Okay. So. Think about it for a second... PB&J sammiches? They're like a staple of a cheap, effective, and quick sandwitch to eat inbetween meals or, even for a meal. Some restaurants even serve them. They're just everywhere. I eat at least 3 or so a week out of habit and convenience.
But when you really think about it. What the fuck was the person thinking who came up with this shit? Here's the cookbook entry...
1. Get jam.
Now this sounds good. Jam is awesome and tastes super good.
2. Get bread. Put jam on bread.
Alright, we're doing fine here. Bread and Jam? No problem. They go well together.
3. Get bread.
More bread? Okay...
4. Get Peanut Butter, and spread that on bread.
Uh. What? Alright... more spreading. cool. Now we have multiple choices of things to eat.
5. Take both and put them together into a sandwitch.
WHAT? wait. wait wait... you know you just TOOK PEANUT BUTTER... AND MASHED UP BERRIES AND PUT THEM TOGETHER, RIGHT? Think about it. Whens the last time you dipped a fucking blackberry or a raspberry into a jar of peanut butter?
Shit, Peanut butter on OREO's sounds like it makes more sense... but berries and peanut butter? the fuck? Nobody does that! what makes it okay as long as you have bread surrounding it?
Oh... it tastes good? well. Fuck. I wouldn't have imagined that. BUT WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WOULD TASTE GOOD? Shit, bro. You're one creative son of a bitch. Kudos to you, oh maker of the PBJ.
Have a nice day, Bluename.